Page 81 of Altius
Morgan’s omega had come out to play.
She launched up, pushing me onto the mattress, demanding ravenous kisses as she straddled my body.
Not questioning why kisses were suddenly back on the menu, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us both over. Gripping her thighs, I tried to get her legs up around my waist, only for her to flip me over again. We tussled until we collided with the pillows framing the back of the bed.
Mutual, wild laughter infused our kisses as they grew longer and deeper. Her hands roamed across my shoulders and sides. Mine sank deep in her hair and perfectly plump ass.
As Morgan’s tongue hunted for every hint of my scent, her hips flexed, seeking more stimulation. I answered her call, slipping my hand between her legs. She was wetter than I’d expected, but nowhere near a normal amount of slick.
And I was her scent match.
Cradling the back of her head, I angled Morgan’s face to get a better look at her. The need in her gaze couldn’t mask her intelligence. Logic was still in control.
“What do you want?” I asked, fingers grazing the entrance of her pussy.
Her answer was frustratingly vague, despite how breathy and enticing it sounded whispered in my ear. “More.”
“Do you wantme?” I asked, forcing out a smile—because I needed to know. Either it was time to expel the thorn of rejection that had been digging into my heart for a decade, or let it finish me off.
“No, Ineedyou.” She kissed the side of my mouth. “It’s eating at me. The absence. All this waiting.”
Twining her arms around my neck, Morgan pressed our foreheads together.
“Been waiting for so long.Solong. And I can’t… I don’t want to… Don’t make me wait, Wyatt. I can’t take it anymore.”
I hesitated. Knowing her answer might leave a permanent scar. “Even without being able to smell my pheromones?”
“Can’t you tell? I’m drunk on them—on you,” she said, rubbing herself against me, scratching at my scalp. “Had to go down on you first so I could stay aroused. Now that I’ve got your pheromones in my system, I can focus on you.”
Morgan looked into my eyes. The amber ring framing her pupils was pure liquid desire.
“On us.”
Sinking one of my fingers into the decadent heat of her pussy, I made a few exploratory strokes. Marveling as she lifted her hips, knees planted on the mattress, pressing our chests together as she rode my hand between lingering kisses.
Then I added a second finger. Sinking deeper, I found her G-spot. Curling my fingertips against it, she shuddered and mewled, almost losing her rhythm, but Morgan pushed through. Newly determined to take her pleasure from me.
I complied. Willingly, without any thought of resistance. Comfortable in my role. Make her come as many times as possible, by any means necessary.
By the time she climaxed, bearing down on three of my fingers, I was hard again. And she was ready. Well, maybe.
I grabbed a bottle of lube from the supply basket tucked between the pillows just to be sure. She took it before I even managed to get the cap off.
“Only I can touch you,” she half-purred, slathering my cock with lube. “Just me—me.”
Her pheromones intensified, leaving me in a daze, lying flat on the bed, staring at the gorgeous creature determined to possess me.
“I know, baby.”
Her eyes flashed. “I mean it. If I ever catch you—”
“Never.” Settling my hands on her hips, I guided Morgan forward, pressing my erection between her folds, rocking her against my length. “Don’t doubt me. Feel me.”
Her breath hitched. Gripping my wrist, brows knit tight, she grappled with the shadows of our past. But there was no room for them here, between us. Not now. After depriving ourselves for so long.
Poised at her entrance—at her mercy—I pleaded, “Take me.”
And she did.
